Chapter 423 - 395 Chain Reactions Caused by Property Disputes (Part 1)

The younger brother was smashed to the ground in an instant, a 100-kilogram burly man was slammed down, covering his chest in agony, his eyes full of panic.

It wasn’t because Chief Stacy had grabbed his neck that he couldn’t breathe.

The impact was even more exaggerated than a full-on tackle by a football player; his diaphragm had suddenly ceased functioning, blocking his breathing.

By the time his diaphragm recovered slightly, the pain still lingered, intensifying with every breath, cough, and tension.

Instinct was conflicted: on one hand, there was the need to breathe, and on the other, breathing would trigger the pain.

He was blocking the path of his accomplice’s escape, who, upon seeing him in this condition, was initially shocked, then even more determined to flee, kicking his own good brother aside—

But the mistake was that while they ran, they reached for their waists.

In modern martial arts, Mei Country is the master of drawing guns quickly.

Illegal gun carriers had evolved to the point where the police could draw their guns in the blink of an eye, and any experienced officer knew what to do when they saw this movement.

As a police officer who had been on the front lines even during the worst economic times, he could tell at a glance what these guys were up to:

People who steal and rob out of desperation will tremble during the crime, those who are forced to intimidate with a gun might even forget to disengage the safety.

Only those truly vicious individuals would consider it normal to carry a knife or a gun at their waist and try to reach for it upon seeing a police officer—

Perhaps a firearm just needs a trigger pull to kill a person, but true gunfighting requires training, it requires a buildup of many scenarios.

Thus, Chief Stacy instantly raised his arm, and the trigger snapped out...

Bang bang bang bang bang!

He emptied the magazine!

The electronically controlled trigger on this exoskeleton arm could seamlessly switch between four shooting modes: electric shock, sedative, small caliber, and riot shotgun.

Small caliber ammunition was nearby in the arm, a magazine of 16 rounds, all hitting the target with the assistance of the aiming system!

Standing in place, O’Malley swallowed hard, watching his own men smashed to the ground, their fate unknown; he instinctively took a step back.

The accompanying police officers quickly moved forward to control the three criminals on the ground.

Chief Stacy glanced at this mastermind, then looked at the frightened, weak-kneed Stone mother and child sitting on the ground.

"...Please exit this citizen’s home immediately."

O’Malley secretly breathed a sigh of relief: fortunately, this was a cop who played by the rules.

"Of course, officer..."

"I’ll say this one last time, exit this citizen’s house!"

Although it seemed like Chief Stacy hadn’t heard the tough guy’s cooperative tone, he shouted again in a loud voice, with the spotlight continuously waving over O’Malley’s face.

O’Malley shielded his eyes from the light, confused: What does he mean? Hadn’t he agreed to cooperate?!

Beneath the glare of the spotlight, he slightly lowered his head, only then realizing that one of his feet was still inside the house!

This works too?!

"Don’t..."

Bang!

A force of 7500 newtons smashed into his stomach—if he had been shirtless, someone from behind would have seen his back bulging out!

After throwing that punch, the chief also took advantage of the movement to shoot out an electric shock gun from his other hand, the conductive cords pulling on O’Malley and completing the circuit.

With a liver-shattering punch coupled with an electrified kidney strike, O’Malley stared at the ceiling, his world spinning, convulsing uncontrollably.

Looking back at the Stone mother and child in the house, their heads were still reeling from fear and despair to confusion in less than a minute, echoing with Chief Stacy’s resonant "NYPD!"

"Are you all okay?" Chief Stacy bent down as he walked through the door, another officer following him to check on the mother and son.

"We... uh... should be fine..."

"That’s good, who is Edna Stone?"

Edna was the mother, and Stone was her son. The middle-aged lady tremulously raised her hand, "I am."

"NYPD records show you had previously served as an informant. Were these people entangled with you because of the Steel Sign Killer?"

Stone was stunned for a moment, looking at his mother; he had no idea his mother had ever been an informant for the police.

Edna hesitated. While she could say yes to increase the punishment for these four thugs, lying would make the reasonable seem unreasonable.

So she shook her head. "I don’t know. Although I had always suspected that the Steel Sign Killer was linked to United Construction Company, it was just a guess. After the killer died, no similar incidents occurred.

These people only said they were here to discuss property fees."

"Property fees? The property company is also part of United Construction Company, right?"

"I don’t know."

Corporate affiliations are theoretically public, yet clever individuals often use tricks to blur the lines.

For those not in the know, unraveling these matters isn’t an easy task.

Chief Stacy thought about it and decided to extract some information from these four strong men.

"I... uh uh uh uh... say..."

A strange liquid flowed beneath the strong man.

...

No one could remain calm after facing liver-rupturing punches and genital electric stimulation.

99% of gang "tough guys" fantasize about remaining stoic in the face of pain, but the reality is that 99% of them cannot withstand such agony and end up urinating on the spot.

More crucially, the justice system’s fair trial undermines their confidence in their protective umbrellas—

Enduring pain requires faith, and as the gang’s protective umbrella has dissipated into nothingness, it is replaced by incomprehensible high-tech monitoring that equitably surveils everything in the public safety realm.

As the former leader of an Irish gang and the manager of United Properties, O’Malley directly named "Kingpin" and Wilson Fisk.

Perhaps O’Malley did not know the economic crimes Kingpin committed after establishing his company, but he knew what Kingpin had done as a gang leader!

He knew Kingpin had dealt in arms trafficking, sold drugs, engaged in human trafficking, and even committed murder—

Under Anthony’s mediation, the testimonies of these four old New York gangsters immediately spurred the NYPD into action, with the blockade starting several streets away from the United Construction Company building, and the view was clear from the top of the building...

This spectacle stirred the citizens of New York City; although they gathered at the outermost perimeter of the police line as instructed, the crowd swarmed like a sea of people.

The entire focus of Manhattan converged on this unremarkable local real estate magnate, bustling with speculation.

However, in the eye of the storm, Kingpin’s face turned pale:

What had he done?

Why were all the NYPD officers converging here?

And what were those walking on the street, mechanical police forces?!

The stock market reacted faster than the public, and United Construction Company’s valuation evaporated by hundreds of millions of US Dollars!

The hefty Kingpin sat on his custom-made chair, baffled:

Why had the NYPD suddenly targeted him?

"... Wesley, have you found out what the NYPD are doing? I need to get a lawyer to sue them for disrupting the company’s regular operations!"

"Boss... it looks like O’Malley ratted us out..."

"Are you kidding me?! The New York court is going to blockade a major company just based on the testimony of a gang member?"

"It’s said... said to have been orchestrated by the new mayor."

Wesley spoke cautiously over the phone, "Boss, what do we do now?"

Kingpin looked at the glass, saying nothing.